THE WEAVE:
Eris casts a spell, out
to Mercury. “Here,” she says,
“A sweet, to get you through
the next few weeks…”
…Eris Casts…
I commit to the Beings
in bodies, who I want
to hug me. I commit
to the ones I want
to touch. I commit
to our edges, with gratitude
that we feel open
enough to find them,
and safe enough to continue
to stay; to hear and be heard.
These days, no one tells me
to go to my room,
and come out When I am
ready to be a part of
the family. Countless times
I split myself apart,
to be a part of
the family. Each time
grating happens Now,
I am amazed to be able
to speak, and be
disagreed with, or
misunderstood, and met
with Love, and a desire
to find a mutual
place to stand; Looking
for a place where orbs
tangent; Not needing
to be right. We do desire
to keep each-other.
To contain
a Love between us,
that has never left.
Yet it still hurts, to live
in a body that expects
so much rejection,
so much pain. Each time,
I am surprised, when
we never even leave Love,
in the first place.
And that is When
I realize, I have been
flinching. My body is
unlearning an expectation
of pain. My mind is
learning,
I can meet,
and be met.